and here is our little yet unnamed man. he looks contemplative, as if he's meditating on something:
will we be ready for him?
and, when i look at jack and cade wrestling on the floor i have to wonder, will he be ready for us?
ready or not, the time is approaching, and it's approaching at a breakneck pace, so i need to go move a desk and do some painting. and spend the next month sleeping.